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Who’s this, by the way?

Is this real me? I ask myself at
times and I am sure everybody does. Some of our rowdy avatars bother us. I
particularly observed this the other day. If you otherwise ask me, am I capable
of creating a scene in public? I would say I generally avoid it. Which wise
person wouldn’t? In a fit of rage, I did…thanks to my encounter with a disabled
beggar who came rolling on a small wooden platform with wheels.

I neither encourage begging nor
oblige a beggar. However, I’ve no issues if they don’t create nuisance in
traffic. I would see this beggar everyday on my way to office. That day, he
landed before me and I had a narrow escape from meeting an accident. I had
heard and seen this beggar’s tale from many. It was my first-hand experience. He
just refused to move unless I paid him. I didn’t have change. I lost my cool
when the beggar refused to move. I decided not to move till he did. It being a
road with heavy traffic, vehicles started honking. Brazen (I don’t like to call
him this way but this is how he looked), he was adamant.

A 15-minute scene amid traffic
cops and others who stepped in to intervene! On reaching office when I regained
my cool, I asked myself, was it necessary to cerate the scene? What did it
yield? The beggar was never going to stop begging. He had nothing to lose. Yes,
but I wasn’t just showing temper. It was necessary for someone to give a lesson
to the beggar who was a menace on the road. Yet, had it not been for anger, I
couldn’t have gathered courage to create any scene in public at any point of
time.

I have seen different avatars of
mine many times. I would passionately fight with a friend one moment and the
next moment, looking at my chemistry with her, one wouldn’t believe we could
bay for each other’s blood! I wonder; I am too levelheaded a person to lose
cool but it happens.

On the contrary, I have also
observed myself being wiser than I really am. In some debate, I may see
suddenly I’ve extraordinarily taken a wise stance. This has also been a pattern
in some articles wherein I’ve written exceedingly well than what I normally do.

Time comes in everyone’s life
when one asks oneself, who it real me? All are real, I feel. They are different
shades of the same colour.

Well, nothing wrong either in
losing control or being wise, till it is genuine. Be as you are, that’s the
mantra. Of course, anger, emotions, extremes have to be curbed but why
manipulate? When this feeling sinks in, emotions slow down, tempers scarcely
soar and better sense prevails. That’s real you.

-KanChan

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